We have left this place,
Where we used to talk,
at nights,
and there is now dust,
On books,
we used to hide,
rose petals in between pages, ,
The loneliness,
and barren walls,
are reverberating our,
spoken words,
some contact numbers,
are carved on wooden table,
side window is half opened,
there is whoop,
In my breaths.
There is nothing,
to be back,
except we still love
sophisticated...this is so nice...smart and elegant....so in short, I LIKE THIS PIECE...
stunning times my friend...those moments were worth remembering...love, sadness etc. craved up to barren walls...lovely poem! ! ! Thanks 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is longing to gloom but......wonderful touch to sweet memories......